Moonspear more to do than can ever be done,

Well, Mira spoke before Mintaka could weave her excellent story of asking her sister to come along, so there went that plan. The silver pup wasn't as mopey as the darker, but she was visibly disappointed, not even casting a glance around her surroundings. Less shame and fear and submission, more simple dejection. Her mother said that the birds weren't singing because there was danger, but Mintaka knew better. They were sad, too. 

"I was chasing a flutter-bye and then I chased a squirrel and then a hopper bug and I didn't mean to go so far away," she mumbled, looking up at Hydra. Her mother didn't look angry, but she was... something else. Something that maybe was worse. "I'm sorry."